Saturday, March 11, 2006
Springtime in Prague?
I've been off schedule lately. The last year has been hard: two of my best friends have died, the son of other friends died a week ago, and a few days ago was the 2nd anniversary of my son's death. Seems like a lot of stuff swelled up and hit me at once.
I can't stuff those feelings and memories and just keep on keeping on; something had to give, and it was my motivation and focus. I spent a lot of time feeling like I'd just sat through some sort of emotional hurricane. Every news story I flagged for blogging seemed to had strength to the winds, so a lot of valuable stories went by the wayside. Just the way it was for me.
Now, obviously, spring is coming. Tulips and such have started to shove up through the ground surface; I see robins around, and the mallard drakes in the river are behaving as badly as they behave every spring. They're like hormone-addled teen-agers.
Maybe there's a political spring coming, too. I want there to be one, but I'm afraid if I talk about it too much it'll go away. I read the word "impeachment" every day. Even the Republicans are discouraged about the awful resource war against the Iraqis. The Administration continues to rattle sabers at Venezuela and Iran (all that oil!), but nothing can be done until America gets out of the Iraq quagmire—and, then, I'm pretty sure there'll be an anti-imperialist backlash. Things won't be groovy again, but at least the neo-cons will evaporate in disgrace.
Venceremos.
I can't stuff those feelings and memories and just keep on keeping on; something had to give, and it was my motivation and focus. I spent a lot of time feeling like I'd just sat through some sort of emotional hurricane. Every news story I flagged for blogging seemed to had strength to the winds, so a lot of valuable stories went by the wayside. Just the way it was for me.
Now, obviously, spring is coming. Tulips and such have started to shove up through the ground surface; I see robins around, and the mallard drakes in the river are behaving as badly as they behave every spring. They're like hormone-addled teen-agers.
Maybe there's a political spring coming, too. I want there to be one, but I'm afraid if I talk about it too much it'll go away. I read the word "impeachment" every day. Even the Republicans are discouraged about the awful resource war against the Iraqis. The Administration continues to rattle sabers at Venezuela and Iran (all that oil!), but nothing can be done until America gets out of the Iraq quagmire—and, then, I'm pretty sure there'll be an anti-imperialist backlash. Things won't be groovy again, but at least the neo-cons will evaporate in disgrace.
Venceremos.
